The Map of Me

The Map of Me

Those small town streets stretch out like veins

Over this town

The names I never remember are unrelated

To the map I’ve made of memories

It moves without speed limit or clear compass

The curb where indifference broke up with me

The café I sat in with clear thoughts and purpose

The street I ran down barefoot singing

Little exes cover this town of tiny treasures

All intangible but tied to place

My map unread by others, all those memories

Unseen through strangers car windows

They speed by

Never thinking ‘I see hope on that corner

And heart break on that hill’

I see me pulled out and tethered to this town

Then folded up and placed back in my body

To make new maps of other tiny towns

But always available to unfold and layout

Over my home